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It’s rare that I complain to my family.
My mom and I vent to each other all the time, but other than that, nobody knows how I’m doing.
But the few times I have complained or said I’m not doing well or whatever, my uncle (Charlie) ALWAYS has to chime in with how horrible he’s doing and “oh man my anxiety is through the roof I just wanna run away this is horrible I’m so overwhelmed!!”
It’s not that I don’t want to hear any complaints out of anybody. The rest of the time I’m like oh sorry you’re feeling bad and I try to say something encouraging.
But to reply the way he does when I dare to say I’m not doing well?
Dick.
My mom and I vent to each other all the time, but other than that, nobody knows how I’m doing.
But the few times I have complained or said I’m not doing well or whatever, my uncle (Charlie) ALWAYS has to chime in with how horrible he’s doing and “oh man my anxiety is through the roof I just wanna run away this is horrible I’m so overwhelmed!!”
It’s not that I don’t want to hear any complaints out of anybody. The rest of the time I’m like oh sorry you’re feeling bad and I try to say something encouraging.
But to reply the way he does when I dare to say I’m not doing well?
Dick.